Mind on Marissa
It was Saturday night, and my parents were going out with friends for a night of food, drinking, and probably swinging. I’m Steve, a 17 year old about to enter my senior year in high school, and like most high school boys, I cherished the times my parents vacated the house. It was still fairly early in the evening, my cell phone showed 7:15, but it felt much later. I woke up around five this morning to get to work, and didn’t get home until after six. I was sore in multiple places, and...